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In actual fact Élodie's lover was a little lawyer's clerk, a very pretty lad, half Adonis, half guttersnipe, whom she had adored and the thought of whom, though three years had gone by since, still thrilled her nerves. Rich old women were his particular game, and he deserted Élodie for a woman of the world of a certain age who could and did recompense his merits.
Between these reliable firms and the guttersnipe operator there are among detectives, as among other professions, every grade of reliability and respectability, some making a handsome living and some earning a bare existence. There are some thousands of them, and they all occasionally find something to do which pays.
Calton saw that the light was held by an elfish-looking child. Tangled masses of black hair hung over her scowling white face. As she crouched down on the floor against the damp wall she looked up defiantly yet fearfully at the detective. "Where's Mother Guttersnipe?" asked Kilsip, touching her with his foot. She seemed to resent the indignity, and rose quickly to her feet.
It is equivalent to a moneyless New York guttersnipe sailing airily into Delmonico's and ordering porter-house steak and terrapin, because some benevolent person volunteered to feed him for a day or two at his expense.
"'Er pore father died of drink, cuss 'im, an' I'm a-follerin' 'im to the same place in the same way. You weren't about town in the old days, or you'd a-bin after her, cuss ye." "After Rosanna?" "The werry girl," answered Mother Guttersnipe.
Calton rose up in his astonishment, and even Kilsip's inscrutable countenance displayed some surprise. "Aye, 'e were a swell in them days," pursued Mother Guttersnipe, "and 'e comes a-philanderin' round my gal, cuss 'im, an' ruins 'er, and leaves 'er an' the child to starve, like a black-'earted villain as 'e were." "The child! Her name?"
"Possibly," said Kilsip, as he arose to go. "And when shall I see you again?" said Calton. "Oh, to-night," said Kilsip, pausing at, the door. "I had nearly forgotten, Mother Guttersnipe wants to see you." "Why? What's up?" "She's dying, and wants to tell you some secret." "Rosanna Moore, by Jove!" said Calton. "She'll tell me something about her. I'll get to the bottom of this yet.
I couldn't get any enthusiasm out of her. Tell me, is she like that all through? Or is it just a pose?" "Oh, I don't know," Dinah said. "I've never got through the outer crust. But then of course I'm far beneath her." "How so?" asked Sir Eustace. She laughed up at him with the happy confidence of a child. "Can't you see it for yourself? I I am a mere guttersnipe compared to the de Vignes.
This the famed gondola and this the gorgeous gondolier! the one an inky, rusty old canoe with a sable hearse-body clapped on to the middle of it, and the other a mangy, barefooted guttersnipe with a portion of his raiment on exhibition which should have been sacred from public scrutiny.
I am much obliged to you, Master Tray. But from what Deborah Junk says you were a guttersnipe. How did you get this post?" "I talked m'self int' it," said Tray, importantly. "Newspapers ain't good enough, and you gets pains in wet weather. So I turns a good boy" he grinned evilly "and goes to a ragged kids' school to do the 'oly. The superintendent ses I'm a promising case, and he arsked Mr.
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